Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

I don't mind (Read the writing on the wall) (Tortured voices as we crawl) Find me on my better days To lose it once again Mother cries But I seem to find out better ways To consciously pretend Lost the meaning of our stay

Babies makin' babies Babies makin' babies-babies makin' babies-babies makin' babies What you say-babies makin' babies Babies makin' babies-oh yes slr- babies makin' babies From the womb to the tomb After birth for what it's worth Oh babies makin' babies

You tic tock on me Baby I love it like dat I want you move hard on me Move cautiously Baby sometimes on the spot Baby you drop it like dat I want you to move slow to me Cautiously, baby I love it like dat

Oooth hooo-if I could do it all over again Oooth hoo hoo-I'd be in the same skin I'm in The clothes I wear and the things they dare me to do Oooh hoooo hoo-the places I go Ohooo hout and the people I know The things I gain oooh Sometime they rain on me

Small talk, small talk Don't let them cry It's the way you sound The reason that you know yeah It's the way you get down I can tell you really are it Small talk how you doing there Small talk how you doing boy Small talk whatcha doing there

There's nothing else that I have seen There's no getting around it or in between You're out of this world Except you're not green Look, you don't know what you mean To me, to me I was just walking that day aimlessly (Oh, oh no) You picked a perfect day

Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare It's witchcraft And I've got no defense for it The heat is too intense for it What good would common sense for it do 'Cause it's witchcraft, wicked witchcraft And

Don\'t call me nigger, whitey! Don\'t call me whitey, nigger! Well I went down across the country, and I heard some voices rang. They was talkin\' softly to each other and not a word could change a thing. Chorus (3 separate times)

I can say it more than once 'Cause I'm thinking twice as fast, yodel-ayde-a Everything I like is nice That's why I try to have it twice, yodel-ayde-a Well, once I saw a bore Who was a social whore, yodel-ayde-a And they said I had a limp And then they